really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

kind of mythopoesis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

like magnets

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i have read not even 1 book

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

what do you mean

plato

whats your name?

magnetisation/form